I stood there and couldn't help it after three fists. He took off his outer shirt and pointed at me and said: Come out!

I said I won't go out.

You come out!

I won't go out!

After three fists pointed at my nose and cursed: If you have the ability, you should hide in Zangjian Villa for the rest of your life, otherwise I would not let you leave Yangzhou alive!

You threaten me? What I hate the most in my life is that others threaten me!

Last time outside Yangzhou City, this guy almost vomited blood after hitting three punches, and he didn't trust and didn't keep his word. At that time, you were a fourth-grade master and I couldn't beat you, but today it's different. I'm no longer the Amon of Wu, I have a senior brother here! I don't help you today, I'm sorry to my master.

Without Wanjian Rivers and Mountains, that thing has already entered hibernation after my meridians have broken.

Without a half inch of mountains and rivers, the great circumference is not smooth. Although he still has the strength of the fifth and sixth grades, it is not a wise move to compete with the three punches for internal strength.

I used the magical slap skill evolved from the Dugu Nine Swords, and with Lingbo Microstep, I avoided a punch in front and slap it.

After experiencing two pseudo-first-level realms, I became more and more skilled in the operation and grasp of true qi. First, I had that level of insight and experience, and I was more confident in the use of internal strength; second, the experience brought by several battles with super experts was something I could not obtain even if I practiced hard in the early morning.

After three fists, I obviously didn't expect that my martial arts had made such great progress during this period. I was slapped in the face as soon as I got angry. He became angry and became angry. His fists attacked me like raindrops, and I didn't fight hard. I relied on my flexible steps to deal with it. I occasionally found that there was a loophole between his moves, so I slapped him.

This is different from the battle to chase Ji Junbi that night. There were no outsiders watching that day, and they were all disciples of the Divine Fist Sect. Now that I have been playing with three punches in front of the Yangzhou martial arts heroes, how could I not be anxious? He shouted loudly and used the move of dying together.

Suddenly I fell into a passive situation, resisting all the way, relying on Lingbo's microsteps to dodge. It seems that I cannot underestimate any master. Even if I die after three punches outside Yangzhou City last time, it will be useless for this desperate posture. I humiliated a few slaps and would fight with me.

The disciples of the Divine Fist Sect cheered loudly, clearly forgot that their heads were slapped one by one by one by me just now.

The head of the Sect’s Seven Injury Fist has furthered its essence, and the fist wind has the meaning of wind and thunder.

The leader’s martial arts skills are the best in Yangzhou, how could such a small low-killer be compared to?

Seven Injury Fist? A thought flashed through my mind. Isn’t this set of boxing skills the Golden Retriever Lion Chow King Xie Zhisun back then? It hurts one thousand enemies and damages seven hundred themselves. Although this set of boxing skills is strong, it has great side effects on the martial artists themselves. Some masters even crippled themselves before they can compete. Therefore, the martial arts conference included Seven Injury Fist in the list of prohibited martial arts practices a long time ago.

Liu Qingfeng said: I wonder who is more powerful than the leader of the Liu Gang in Huainan?

The disciple of the Divine Fist Sect said: Of course, it is the leader. Our leader once said that he would beat the leader of Gang Liu down in minutes.

I glanced over there and saw that Liu Tiannan Gang's face turned pale.

One punch, two punches, three punches, and a few punches in one breath. Fortunately, I have Lingbo Weibu, otherwise I would be killed if I was hit.

More than a dozen punches passed, and I struggled to support the seven wounds. Suddenly, I felt that the three fists were weaker and I vomited a mouthful of blood. His seven wounds were gone.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) I had a fist injury and I couldn't support it before I could hit it.

Liu Qingfeng said that the seven-injury punched him, and he actually crippled himself. I wonder if it would leave a psychological shadow. Seeing Liu Tiannan fiddling with the abacus, Liu Qingfeng said again: Gang Liu, you are doing it so well, why don’t you help me ask the head to take the shadow area in your heart?

I actually had nothing to do with Sanquan. I didn’t kill his son. At most, I slapped him a few times today and made him unable to bear his slap. Walking around the world, it is not easy to make too many enemies. Thinking of this, I took out a Liuwei Dihuang Pill from my arms.

I passed by the head of the sect. Last time I said I would give you a Liuwei Dihuang Pill, but I didn’t have time to leave. I hope I won’t push you away this time. In fact, there is no deep hatred between us, and enemies should be resolved rather than formed.

After three fists, he snorted coldly, you know the little witch who killed my son, just for this point, I and you have a grudge against each other every day, a grudge between you, and a grudge between you.

I thought this guy was helpless and kindly comforted me: By the head, I understand the pain of losing your son, but people cannot be resurrected. If you have been depressed for a long time, you may be depressed and easily get depressed. You will have to spend money to see a psychologist. The Qingcheng School Master Qingling has also lost his beloved son recently. It is better for you to write more letters to communicate. I heard that he has joined the group for the loss of his son in the elderly, and the effect is good.

After three fists, he left Zangjian Villa with the help of the disciples of the Divine Fist Sect. Liu Qingfeng sarcastically said, "Divine Fist Sect? The Divine Dog Sect is still the same!"

When Liu Tiannan saw that Senior Brother Meng never mentioned the sword, he had no choice. He was all in the martial arts world in Jiangnan, so he naturally would not be enemies of a sword and a Tibetan sword villa, unless this sword had the ability to destroy the sky and the earth.

Senior Brother Meng welcomed the rest of the people into the front hall and ordered his disciples to see the tea.

Cheng Huaixiu, the leader of the Cao Gang, and several of the hall masters were killed by Tianshan Children's Milk, leaving behind a huge industry that no one took over, and they would definitely be targeted. Originally, the Cao Gang Transportation was a fatty and Yangzhou was a distribution center in the north and south, and it was even richer.

The reason why the Cao Gang was able to make a fortune was that the backer behind it was the prefect Lu of Yangzhou. The amount of money sent to the prefect's office every year was based on the number of horse-drawn carriages. Now that the Cao Gang has been destroyed, several forces in the martial arts world intervened, wanting to get a share of the pie.

I naturally don’t feel convenient for me to listen to this kind of world, so I took Xiao Meng out for a walk. Meng Huan and Xuan Ming were watching with the new sword, full of pride. I went up and said, congratulations, my junior nephew, for forging a peerless divine weapon!

Xuan Ming is about the same age as me, and he didn't like me at all. He was even more upset when he heard me call him a junior nephew, and said sarcastically: Uncle Master, you have such low martial arts skills and are you still causing trouble everywhere in the world. Are you not afraid of embarrassing your master?

It's okay, I'm a thick-skinned person, and my master's shame is even thicker than me. As long as I can save my life, I don't care about embarrassment or not.

Meng Huan asked: I heard that you fought for the martial arts world's No. 1 beauty Murong Qiushui in Murong Villa, and killed tens of millions of peach blossoms with one sword, and defeated Nangong Jiecao. But this is the case?

I sighed and didn't say anything.

Meng Huan also said, if there is a man who can do this for me, even if my father objected, I will follow him.

Xuan Ming said, it was probably just a good person who was just a fool. I don’t think Xiaosheng has reported it in the world. If he really had such skills, how could he have fought with three punches so hard? Besides, who is Murong Qiushui and how could he fall in love with him?

I was so angry that I was half-expected by him. Because you are a junior, I don’t have the same knowledge as you.

Meng Huan said he wanted to name the sword, Xuan

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Ming said several names in a row, the Blood-Drinking Sword and the Endless Blade, all of which were rejected by Meng Huan.

I said it would be better to name Meng Huan and Meng You, and Zangjian Villa is located in the west of Yangzhou City, which is called Fantasy Westward Journey.

Xiao Mengyou clapped his hands and said, "This name sounds nice." I laughed loudly, picked her up and kissed her.

At this moment, a warning sign suddenly appeared, and more than a dozen dark green boys called us. I was closest to Meng You and hurriedly blocked Meng You. While we were hiding, a man in black rushed over, as fast as lightning, intending to seize the sword.

Meng Huan was attacked and did not react. The sword was robbed. Xuan Ming was furious and faced the man in black. He saw the man in black floating away with Xuan Ming's internal strength.

With Meng Huan and Xuan Ming's third-grade strength, the man in black grabbed the sword, dodged, and escaped in one go, and it took only a few breaths. Xuan Ming used his light skills and followed him without thinking.

This man in black was Xunlouye who betrayed the Demon Sect and stole the Spirit-Devouring Pearl. He unexpectedly kept hiding in the villa.

Senior Brother Meng rushed over and was not angry when he heard the news. If anyone had worked hard to build a sword for three months and exchanged for thousands of famous swords and sword spirits, they would be furious when they were snatched away as soon as they were released. However, Senior Brother Meng did not. After asking the situation clearly, he said, "It's a pity, and before he could even carve the logo of Cangjian Villa."

I said, don’t you feel sorry for your senior brother?

Senior Brother Meng smiled and said, "What do I feel sorry for? Didn't the master tell you?"

say what?

He asked me to cast that sword for you. Since he taught you half an inch of rivers and mountains, he wrote to me to cast a sword for you, saying that your martial arts skills are too poor and you don’t have a sword to slaughter one day.

My heart is bleeding! Why didn’t you say it earlier? You must know that it is my sword, and I will protect it even if I fight to the death.

Liu Qingfeng said, "Look at it and pretend that it has never happened before. It would be nice if you can change it."

I think the sword is a bit weird. The power will increase greatly by others using internal force, but I feel dizzy, as if the true energy in my body and the sword spirit in the sword body are mutually repelling each other, which makes me very confused.

After a while, the disciples of the villa came to report and said that Xuan Ming asked someone to send a message to find the sword, and would not retake it for a day and return to the villa.

Senior Brother Meng was not angry after losing the sword, but Xuan Mingli Zhuang got his treasure angry: The boy had long wanted to go around the world, so he found a reason and ran away without saying anything. Humph, he was in charge. He suspended his salary during this period. When he came back, he would be relieved of his position as technical director of the sword-making room.

I stayed in Zhujian Villa for two more days, asked my senior brother for martial arts and played with Meng You.

At the end of April, it was early summer in Jiangnan and the weather became hotter. We bid farewell to Zangjian Villa. Before leaving, we made an appointment with our senior brother to meet in the capital for some time. Xiao Mengyou was reluctant to leave. It was not until I promised to come to Jiangnan to see her that she was willing to let go of her little hand holding my sleeve.

Liu Qingfeng got a new sword, named Lu Long, and ranked 90th in the Jianghu Hundred Swords Score, and was extremely excited. The eldest brother wanted to give me a sword, but I refused. He borrowed a horse before leaving.

Since the Battle of Jiangnan, my meridians have been damaged and I have been trying to reopen them with the meaning of half an inch of rivers and mountains. Although it was futile, my use and perception of true essence have deepened a lot.

Liu Qingfeng and I parted in Xuzhou. He drove back to the capital, and I rushed to Jinan Prefecture.

(End of this chapter)
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